The Bedtime Tale

This story was written several years ago as a very short intro based on a character I used in a role play site. Looking to find a general consensus on whether or not it is interesting enough to become something more. Well, here it is. General criticism is much appreciated!

“There was a chilling air that swept through the streets of town on the dimly lit night. There really was no moon to shine and illuminate the streets. There was a feeling of unholiness that radiated from the dim lamps, their low glow barely reaching the ground yet giving off an eerie ambiance around them. It was unnatural. A sound could be heard echoing through the empty streets, those of heavy footsteps followed by the clanks of moving armor. Within the eerie radiance of a distant lamp a figure could be seen. Its stature near amazing in size and proportion. The dim glow of the light overhead the figure gave a reprehensible aura to the blood red armor that was this figure. He did not speak. There was no need for words, his presence alone was petrifying. Atop this armor's helmet were horns that stretched upward as if reaching for the heavens.”
“I watched this figure for minutes, his imposing features making every second feel like a lifetime. As I stared at this man, there were no signs of malevolence, only the feeling of terror, which had by then streaked down my spine. The eyes of this figure were more menacing than the hellish armor that he was clad in, radiating like green spheres in an unending abyss of terror. At the same time, they were so alluring I felt drawn to him, like a lost dog to its owner, yet I could never muster the determination to do so. So there I stood, awaiting what felt like my impending annihilation. He began to advance...”

“He stood mere feet from me now, my heart was rushing like the waters of a raging river, my vision felt cloudy and a nauseous feeling crept into my stomach. His were eyes upon mine causing me to feel like the souls of millions of anathematized spirits that wreak havoc upon the underworld were raining upon me. I had never once feared so much for my life until that moment when my eyes met the death inspiring ones of that figure who wore the armor of blood. I felt my head swimming and my blood pumping hard in my temples, thoughts rushed into my head as I contemplated how my angel of death might go about bringing my family's bereavement of me. Then he moved...”

“How does it end grandpa! How does it end?”

The old man looked upon his grand children's faces smiling at them softly as they lay under their blankets in their separate beds with him in the center. He held up a finger pointing to the ceiling...

“That, my babies… is for another night.”

As the man walked through the doorway and turned back to look at his son's offspring he smiled as he remembered what exactly had happened… and exactly what the friendly demon dressed as a knight had done that day.

I will carry on your life's story my old friend...